Man I feel like mold -
It's prom night and I am lonely, lo and behold -
She's walking over to me, this must be fake,
My lip starts to shake.
How does she know who I am?
Why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby...like you. ooh.
ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missing.
Major talk-session in progress with Adi-wadi-lah. I feel soo much better now. All my girls, stand in a circle and clap your hands - this is for you. I love my bestie! Haha.
I'm glad I was in a girls' school for as long as I was. It was so much fun then - being in an all girls environment..not having to care about how you sit or where you change after PE and being able to scream and cheer your lungs out.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. Even our form teacher allied with us against some of the male teachers. Haha I'm currently updating amidst serving guests.
Ciaoz!
Saturday, October 28, 2006
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